Drunk and dreaming
We landed in the hub and I ran to my room, leaving the Doctor and Jack completely clueless.
Jack looked at Cam, "What happened?"
Cam sighed, "We kind of bumped into her mother…" Jack looked down and got up running after me.
He found me in my room, lying on my bed staring at the ceiling. He sat down beside me, "You okay kiddo?"
I shrugged and sat up. "She still thinks I'm her daughter. After everything she did she stills calls herself a mother."
He gave me a hug, "I've known her for a while she is like that. She's in denial right now, she'll get over it."
I looked up at him, "When? It's been a year, I'm sixteen I haven't seen her for so long and she's still not over it. What if she pulls something again, like she did with Cam?"
He kissed my head, "She won't, I know her well enough to know that." I nodded and let myself relax, knowing that my dad/boss was here and wouldn't let anything happen to me. "Do you want to go back out to the front room?" I shook my head. "Do you want to be alone?" I shook my head again. "Do you want me to get Cam?" I nodded and let him go. He got up and walked out. Cam walked in and wrapped his arms around me. I lay down with him beside me, feeling safe.
Cam put his lips to my ear, "She won't pull us apart again."
"I know, I'm just scared that I'm wrong again."
"Don't worry, if I can run away from my foster father I can hide away from her. Now smile." I shook my head. He looked me in the eye, "Come on Zoe, I want to see that beautiful smile."
I shook my head, "Cam, I'm not in a very smiley mood right now."
He grinned, "Didn't seem that way at the park before we were interrupted." A small smile crept onto my face as I remembered. "That's my girl." He held me close and I closed my eyes.
"You know," I said, "You are very annoying sometimes."
He laughed, "I know, but I'm your big brother it's my job to be annoying. Speaking of…"
I grabbed his hand before he attacked. "No."
He laughed, "Okay, do you feel better now?" I nodded, "Good. Can we go back out now?"
I looked up at him, "Do we have to?" he laughed and shook his head. I smiled and rested my head on his chest, "Good, because I'm tired and you're comfy."
He laughed and put his arm around me, "Go ahead and sleep, you look tired."
I looked up at him, "You'll stay?"
He smiled at me, "Where else would I go?"
I giggled, "You're right, you don't have a life, so I shouldn't worry."
"Oh that's it." he grabbed my sides and rolled over so he was pinning me down, "You're asking for it." I screamed and squirmed away.
My door burst open and Jack and the Doctor ran in. They stopped and smiled seeing me and Cam having fun.
"Jack help me!" I was fighting with everything I had. Suddenly Cam was thrown off me, but when I looked up Jack and the Doctor were still standing at the door laughing. I jumped a foot off the bed as Owen popped up from the side of the bed.
"You're welcome." He had been sober for almost five months thanks to me, with the occasional controlled drink. "Can I have the key now?"
I laughed and got up. I walked over to the cabinet and unlocked it. I passed him a bottle, "Sip, don't chug and I want the bottle back." He nodded and walked out of the room. I shook my head and laughed. "What am I going to do with him?"
I heard him from outside, "Thank me for saving your sorry ass."
I shook my head and sighed, "I said to sip it! You never make comments like that if you regulate your drinking."
"You're not the boss of me!" I ran out the door and up to him. I pulled the bottle from his hands and backed away. He glared at me through a drunken haze, "Give it back."
I shook my head, "You're not the boss of me."
He swiped at me and I dodged it, I threw the bottle to Jack who caught it and took a sip. Owen threw a punch which I avoided. I grabbed his arm and flew around to press it to his back enough that he fell over. He tried to get up but I held him down. "Get off me!"
"No," I said, "You are drunk and you tried to hit me so I don't think letting you up is a good thing." I pressed on the pressure point he had taught me and he passed out. I got up, "Now that is a man that can't hold his liquor." I took the bottle from Jack and took a swig.
Cam looked at me concerned, "Since when do you drink?"
I took another swig, "Since I had to deal with his drinking problem." I pointed at Owen lying on the floor. I handed the bottle back to Jack, "But I don't do it a lot, every now and then in a very controlled setting. Don't worry about me." I took a step forward and grabbed Jack's jacket.
He grabbed onto me, "Are you drunk or tired?"
I shrugged, "Tired and numb, so a bit of both."
Cam laughed, "Let's get you to your room, you were trying to sleep before I attacked you."
I smiled, "Okay." I stood up myself and walked to my room, I only tripped trying to walk down the stairs. I plopped onto my bed and fell asleep. I kept having dreams about my father, him coming back and killing my mother. I didn't know if it was the drunk haze or my imagination, or something else. All I knew was that I had to try and forget, it was in the past and he couldn't hurt me now…right?
(okay I know half of you are going 'what? no!' because I kind of cut it off but I'm on a typing rage with other stories so yah. Hope you liked it, more to come.)
